And as I close my eyes, I can still see her face; every angle, every lash, the way her lips curl when she tries to not smile, and how she looks up at me when she fails to keep her chin up high… It’s all behind the curtains of my eyelids. Behind door number one are they eyes that took my breath away. Behind door two, the smile that brought my pulse to a standstill. Even the way she glances at me while speaking to another, it’s all I want to see, and it’s a shame that I have to close my eyes to catch a glimpse.
Call me at 4 am, and tell me it’s because you want to hear my voice.